Leavin' on a jet plane

Monday morning my mom and I are catching a plane to Florida for the week. Braggity brag brag brag.

I know that I'm going to miss all of my boys so much, but I am really looking forward to some quiet time for myself and some quality time with my mom. Oh yeah, and then there is the sun, the beach, the pool, the shopping, the restaurants, the sleeping late...that will be nice too.

And don't think for a minute that I take these opportunities for granted. I absolutely know how blessed I am and know that I probably don't deserve it!

Back home, there is a large joint effort under way to fill my shoes. Ha! Between Trophy Hub, my dad, my MIL and our babystitter I think we've got all the hours of each day covered. If you know me, you know that weeks ago I had everything scheduled out and everyone had their assignments.

I will have a camera and a laptop while I'm there, so I will keep everyone up to date.

Bon voyage!

Night of firsts

Peanut is having his first friend sleep over tonight. At 5 it might be a little early for that, but it's one of his good friends and they are our friends too. And if you know Peanut, you know that he would be comfortable staying at any one's house. So I'm definitely not worried about him. The other mom's husband is in the military and she has always had to do things on her own, so taking on another child for the night is no big deal. She's amazing! (And I'm not just saying that because she took a child off my hands for the night.)

Peanut also had his first t-ball game tonight. I am happy to announce that he did wonderful! I had decided based on some great advice from experienced mom Lisa that I just needed to chill and enjoy it. So I did and he did great! He wasn't quite sure where to run after he hit the ball and he didn't like the helmet, but the point is he participated and had fun.

I will post again soon to let you know my plans for next week - if you don't already know!

A 5 year old's bad words

One of our favorite things to do is to just let Peanut talk about whatever he wants to at dinner. We are completely silent and he just talks. Here's how it went tonight.

Peanut: "Nicholas* said the f-word and the b-word together."

(*this friend from preschool's name has been changed to protect suspect's identity)

Trophy Hub: "He did? What are those words?"

Silence. But a very big 5 year old grin.

Trophy Hub: "Peanut, it's ok for you to say the word to me just this one time."

Peanut: "Ok, the b-word is (whispering now) 'dumb'. And the f-word is 'shut up'."

Ok, by now I am just dying. I had a napkin to my face and I had tears I was laughing so hard. Trophy Hub knows my complete inability to control my laughter so he had full control of this conversation.

Peanut: "Oh, yeah! AND he said the a-word."

Trophy Hub: "What is the a-word?"

Peanut: "Stupid."

Ick

Yes, this is an actual picture of me today, purple slippers and all. I'm not sure where it came from, but I woke up this morning at 2:30 sick as all get out. I didn't feel human until about 2pm. I'm still not 100%, but compared to 18 hours ago I feel like a champ.

Hopefully all I need is a good night's sleep and I'll be on the road to recovery.

New look and sand castles

Welcome to the new look (and title) of my blog! I like to keep things new and fresh, so don't be surprised if the look changes every few months.

Tonight Peanut had his first t-ball practice of the year. I must say that he has gotten pretty good at hitting the ball, but that child has absolutely no interest in fielding the ball. It is really hard for me to watch. I am a pretty competitive person, but I can honestly say that I don't care if he's good or not, I just really want him to try and to care. And those are the two things that he's lacking with t-ball. He wasn't the only one making sand castles, but I was the only parent ragging on her kid the whole time to get up, pay attention, turn around. I'm sure the coach thought I was a psychopath.

He may grow out of this, but it could be that t-ball just isn't his thing and that's ok. So is this indicative of a personality trait that is going to make me crazy for years to come? I'm not so sure, because I have seen him truly work hard at many things. For example, he has a very long attention span when it comes to anything having to do with the (expletive) boat or fishing. You can tell that he really loves it. Don't get me wrong...I do still believe that there are some lessons that Trophy Hub and I need to work with Peanut on.

These are the things that challenge me. Especially with Peanut. Should I have let him play in the sand? Should I have let him pee in the grass? Should I have let him come sit down and take a drink? Maybe I was being too hard on him. Advice?

Not Me! Monday!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I am always happy to help the tater tots whenever they need something, so I did not teach Peanut how to navigate to the Wii and DVD player by himself so I wouldn't have to do it for him every time. That would be lazy. Nope, not me!

I did not clean my van out for the first time since sometime in 2008. That would be disgusting. Nope, not me!

And I did not decide to have a garage sale in a few weeks because I'm ready to let go of the boys's toys and clothes. And if I did, I would not have opened and quickly shut a tub of baby clothes with tears in my eyes because I am not ready to let go. Nope, not me!

(Note: No, I don't think Trophy Hub and I are done having kids. I have just come to realize that I don't need to keep each item ever given or bought for them. Maybe a baby next year, but not before then, so quit asking.)

Ok, where was I? Right, all the things I didn't do this week.

And since I'm a faithful Weight Watcher and never cheat, I most certainly did not have a huge plate of spaghetti tonight. Because that would be ridiculous. It wasn't even that good. Nope, not me!

Ok folks...this week's Not Me! was pretty tame. I want to make sure you'll all be my friend after these few confessions. Next week may be a little scarier.

Let's have a picnik!

I'm introducing you all to my new favorite addition. Picnik is the amateur photographer's dream! The photo above (of Bubba and my brother, Uncle Bubba) was one that I decided to place around with and I'm hooked. The colors in the original photo were good - they were both wearing red polos and blue jeans, but I'm a sucker for a classic black & white. I love everything free, but I think may actually cough up the $25/year for the premium version of Picnik for additional features (the premium would have taken the glare from Uncle Bubba's glasses). Have fun picniking!